"able!"
Regardless of whether it is possible or not, when the young master asked, Old Carl said yes, even if it is not possible!
"Master... uh, how about waiting a little longer? It hasn't been that long yet."
Although he agreed readily, as a veteran in doing dirty work, Old Carl still gave a responsible reminder.
It’s only February, the storm has passed, but it’s too rushed…
That's America, not Wales, so we should always be a little more restrained when doing things.
…
"Don't try to persuade me! If they have a big influence in America, just trick them into going abroad to do it! Do you want me to teach you a method?"
Old Karl looked at Alan staring at the stream and said with a stiff upper lip: “Then Master…what are you going to do?”
His style is to be simple and rough. If Allen doesn't give specific instructions, then Old Carl will do things his own way. But Allen would occasionally quarrel with him, saying that he is too direct, lacks technical skills, and cannot keep up with the times.
This made old Carl very sad. He was old, but he was loyal!
…
Alan smacked his lips, fished out a cigarette from the bag on the side of the recliner, lit one and said, "In the future... technology is becoming more and more advanced, and there will be more and more surveillance cameras like those commonly used in casinos, even on the streets and at intersections!"
Hearing this, Old Carl frowned. This was a scene he could not imagine.
In the past in Wales, the old earl would give the order and he would take his men to work at night.
The most technical thing...
It's just cutting a telephone line and pulling a power switch. Society is developing too fast now, and there are more and more surveillance cameras. If you don't pay attention in the future and get caught on camera, it's always bad. He himself is not afraid, but wouldn't it be a pity for his subordinates?
…
"I've always told you to keep up with the times! You're old now, so sometimes you shouldn't do everything by yourself. When you go back this time, bring a few people with you and let them train your subordinates!"
"yes!"
"Also... this time, you can choose a place in Africa, and use the excuse of asking them to come back to their hometown to give a speech, give them some benefits, and invite their whole family to travel there. Once they arrive in Africa, the rest will be easy..."
"Yes! I remember it."
Old Carl thought to himself, this is also a method, it requires a lot of technical skills!
And as long as we transfer the people out to Africa, can't we do whatever we want?
"Then... Master, the person on the book needs to..."
“Don’t worry!”
This time, Allen persuaded old Carl not to be anxious.
"Come one family at a time, from the oldest to the youngest. I want to wait until these people realize what's happening and watch them slowly disappear. Will any of them be scared to death by then?"
Alan seemed a little excited as he spoke, as if he had thought of something interesting.
"Yes! I understand."
Old Carl blinked and sat obediently on the stool.
"Well...you keep an eye on the fishing rod while I take a break."
"good!"
…
The cool breeze is blowing, and I am listening to the gurgling sound of the creek. In this environment, with a small stove next to me and a small blanket covering me, it is so comfortable to sleep. It is quite artistic!
Alan is never afraid of trouble, but rather likes trouble!
His thoughts have been influenced in a very extreme and aristocratic way over the years.
Every noble is not afraid of trouble, and the Hill family is the representative of them.
Don't be afraid of trouble. As long as you fight back fiercely, you can not only solve the trouble, but also deter newcomers and save a lot of trouble that has not yet happened.
For example, the family of old Fox sent people to test Alan before he inherited the title. Alan bit them hard, causing the Fox family to be destroyed.
This time, not only did he shock all the local nobles in Wales, he also proved his ability. Although he was young, as long as he was ruthless, no one dared to look down on him.
certainly……
If you really encounter a problem that cannot be solved, you can only give in and beg for mercy.
When these black people accused and slandered him, Allen came out to clarify the matter and pretended that it was over.
Wait till the storm passes...
Haha, Master Allen is very vengeful. He has suffered such great injustice since he came to Britain!
In Wales, if Master Allen's motorcade passed by a village, and a dog in the village dared to bark, he would have his servants get off the car, catch the dog and give it a slap!
Isn’t it fun for these people to just talk nonsense in the newspapers and jump up and down?
Do you think that accusing a nobleman across the Atlantic Ocean can enhance your status?
If they dare to blame and mock me today, will they dare to scold me next time?
Will you dare to seize his property next time?
This trend cannot be allowed to continue!
Solve them all one by one, this is Allen's way.
It can not only vent one's anger, but also severely intimidate these ignorant American punks.
If they don't learn their lesson, next time they will be subjected to even more cruel means than this time.
…
Washington, D.C., is the capital of the United States.
The entire special zone covers a huge area, and the southeastern area is mainly a slum.
The wealthy areas are mainly concentrated in the northwest district.
Hall drove his beloved burgundy Cadillac Seville.
This car is the most classic model of Cadillac in the 1980s. Faced with the serious homogeneity of sedans, Cadillac took the lead in launching a design that referenced the style of European aristocratic ladies' skirts.
The trunk of Seville is not an ordinary curved one, but a downward slanted cross section, which looks very individual. In the words of professional car reviewers, the Seville model is full of European aristocratic atmosphere.
certainly……
This idea only exists in the cognition of Americans. This so-called aristocratic atmosphere is a very standard American fantasy. It is all based on their self-righteous conjecture and self-entertainment. Outside of America, no one thinks that this car has any aristocratic atmosphere.
Instead, I think it is extremely ugly.
…
There was already a breath of spring in Washington in late February. Hall rolled down the window of his car and greeted every neighbor he met on the road.
He really likes the atmosphere of the community. Everyone is rich, but they maintain superficial politeness and treat each other with respect. There is no discrimination or chaos here, only a harmonious and prosperous community!
As a black man, Hall was able to work his way up to become one of the editors-in-chief of the Washington Post. Although his achievement may not seem like much to outsiders, he has already escaped from the class he was supposed to be in and risen several levels.
This was also the purpose of his buying a house in this community, to live with the upper class and escape from the inherent slums of black people.
…
As the car arrived at the door of his house, a black Ford sedan stopped at his door. Hall frowned and his heart tightened.
After turning the steering wheel and parking his beloved Cadillac Seville in front of his house, Hall quickly got out of the car and saw his wife talking to two white people at the door.
"Hey... gentlemen, what are you doing at my house?"
The two white men smiled at Hall as if they had just discovered him, then stepped back to make room at the door. The shorter white man nodded slightly and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Hall. We are here to visit you. I didn't expect you were still at get off work."
"Hall! These two gentlemen have been waiting here for half an hour. I asked them to come in, but they refused to come in."
Hearing his wife say this, Hall breathed a sigh of relief. Under his inherent impression, he thought that these two people were here to cause trouble for him. Now that he had spoken out, Hall immediately relaxed his guard.
Since they didn't even come into my house and spoke so politely, they didn't look like bad people!
He straightened his back slightly, coughed twice and asked, "What do you want from me?"
"Well, Mr. Hall, can we go in and talk?"
The short white man pulled out a document packet from his briefcase and handed it to Hall.
"good!"
Hall took the briefcase and signaled to his wife with his eyes, inviting the two guests in.
…
"You mean... the Ivory Coast Progressive Association invited me to give a speech?"
Hall held the document, somewhat puzzled.
The two white people in front of me have already shown their IDs. They are members of a small black mutual aid alliance in America.
Don’t be surprised why there are white people in the Black Mutual Aid League. These organizations, big and small, are full of white people.
Black people have no management or execution abilities!
There are white people involved in all their organizations, and the black people can accomplish nothing on their own.
…
"Yes, Mr. Hall, and besides..."
The short white man seemed embarrassed and whispered, "Due to your current fame in Washington, they will offer a reward of $100,000, but they will pay you after you arrive in Cote d'Ivoire."
"!"
Hall, who had originally disdained to have anything to do with these poor West African relatives, was tempted when he heard the reward of one hundred thousand U.S. dollars!
Although this amount of money is not too large for him, it will take him several years to save it up.
But with the daily life plan of black people, he can't save enough...
This is a windfall for him, and he hasn’t even taken his annual leave this year.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, they provide food and accommodation, so it would be nice to bring your family there for a vacation.
Since Catalonia gained independence from France in the 1960s, although its economy is underdeveloped, its public security is quite good. Although there are still wars in some areas, overall this period is not particularly chaotic. Giving a speech there can also enhance his fame.
Just as he was about to agree, Hall narrowed his eyes and said, "I need to think about it."
"OK!"
The short white man didn't try to persuade him anymore. He stood up and prepared to leave. He paused before leaving, took out his business card and handed it to Hall, saying, "Sir, if you agree, please call us back within a week. As you know, this event is time-limited, and we need to invite a few other gentlemen as backup."
The meaning behind his words was very clear. The other party didn't need him, Hall, so he could consider it, but time was limited, so he had to call the other party in advance, otherwise...
They're going to change people.
Hall snorted with a heavy nasal tone, and said with a fake smile: "I know!"
…
The plane landed at Abidjan International Airport. Calling it an international airport is just a nice way of saying it.
This is the largest airport in Abidjan Province, the capital of Côte d'Ivoire.
There are currently only two international airports in the entire Côte d'Ivoire that can accommodate large passenger aircraft, and there are more than a dozen other small airports.
After considering for a few days, Hall decided to bring his family to Côte d'Ivoire to travel and give speeches.
He's not doing it for the money, he just wants to show off!
Is there anything better than showing off in front of your poor, redneck relatives in West Africa?
As soon as I got off the plane, the other party sent several old Peugeot cars to pick me up. The person in charge was a strong white man with a friendly face, slightly brown hair, and seemed to have some French ancestry.
"Mr. Hall...please accept our kindness."
The first thing the strong white man did when they met was to hand the envelope in his hand to Hall.
Hall took the envelope, squeezed it with his big hand, and looked inside. It was a check from JPMorgan Chase Bank with a long string of zeros on it. Hall counted the number carefully. It was one hundred thousand US dollars, that's right!
He calmly stretched out two chubby fingers and squeezed the check; the feel was right.
Hall often comes into contact with these things. As long as the amount is right and the feel is right, there is no need to look at it again. The other party is very trustworthy and said that he would give the money when he arrived in Côte d'Ivoire. He really gave the money as soon as he got off the plane.
"Haha! Thank you for your hard work. I heard that there are many national parks in Cote d'Ivoire. I have heard of the famous Nimba Mountain Nature Reserve in America!"
Hall looked knowledgeable and casually listed several locations.
"Sir, let's go meet up with the organizer first. We still have to drive across the province to the neighboring province of Aboyiso. Please bear with us."
"good!"
Hall knew this. Aboyiso is a border province, close to its neighboring country Ghana. Due to its geographical location, its economy is not particularly developed, but as a coastal province, it has great potential. This is also the purpose of the other party inviting him to give a speech, to boost morale and talk about the advanced deeds of America.
…
After leaving Abidjan Province, the convoy drove northeast. The dust raised by the dirt road along the way made Hall feel very novel. There were very few villages around, and they only passed one village along the way.
As the road became more and more remote, Hall slowly felt that something was wrong!
Even if you go to give a speech, you should at least go to the city, right?
Who is going to the village?
The largest city in Aboyeso Province is by the sea, and the convoy's current route is clearly heading inland.
"Uh...did we go the wrong way?"
"That's right sir, we're almost there!"
Hall looked back with some concern. His wife and children were sitting in the car behind him. Fortunately, he could still see the car behind him. It seemed that they must have taken a detour.
…
A building that looks like an abandoned factory in the wild, with cracks in some places on the tall walls.
The convoy of five cars came in one after another, and the last car stopped at the factory gate and did not move.
Hall gets off the bus...
Looking at this dilapidated factory building, I had a bad feeling in my heart.
“This is… ah!”
Just as I was about to ask a question, I heard a "crack" and a sudden piercing pain came from my calf.
Hall fell to the ground, holding his legs and screaming.
The sturdy white man who had smiled gently at him when he met him at the airport slowly retracted his left leg. He had just kicked Hall's calf with a whip kick. He was very confident that a fracture would be the lightest consequence!
A fat black woman with two children got off the car behind. She was stunned by the scene and rushed forward screaming.
"Catch him and take him inside!"
The sturdy white man waved his hand as if giving an order, without even looking at them.